Showing out -- in more ways than one.
Idle thoughts.
Our adventures, or escapades as we called them, were getting wilder, more daring and exciting and as a result riskier. We knew that and it worried me seemingly rather more than it did Kevin my husband. But it wasn't just worry that I was experiencing but also excitement, arousal and a state of almost constant anticipation of what was going to happen next? In many ways the most exciting aspect of our 'new life' was not knowing when Kevin was going to announce an event and then being filled with excitement when he did. This meant that we and our sex life were in a constant state of flux which kept me on my toes and having to be ready for regular new challenges. And I liked that very much.
Being watched.
"Where we going?" I asked him as we got into my Merc?
"For a drive."
"No come on tell me and why I had to wear this dress?" I asked mentioning the one I had worn when I flashed at the shopping mall. It was yellow, low cut with the hem well above my knees and buttons all the way down the front.
"You'll see, now get in, shut up, undo that dress and get your tits out."
I got in the passenger side and laid back on the big front seat, which he had reclined so I was lying almost flat.
He got in the other side. "I said get your tits out, come on."
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see, but you won't unless you get your tits out, for I'm not moving until you do. It is dark and you know how much you flashing your tits excites me," he said leaning across and starting to undo the buttons on my dress. He went on. "And you know how showing them off turns you on, like in the pub the other week."
I thought that it was quite nice of him to do that but was a little worried about having my dress undone when we still in our driveway and would have to drive along the street on which we lived. He undid the buttons one by one down to my waist and leaned across and kissed me full on the lips. I opened my mouth immediately and eagerly invited his tongue to explore inside which it did. It felt good as his hand slid into my dress and cupped my right breast which as he had ordered was braless; he squeezed and pinched the nipple, which inevitably immediately came alive. He repeated that with my other breast and then peeled the dress away from my boobs so I was effectively topless. Although I knew it was risky and that worried me, mainly because of being on the drive of our house, it did make me feel good.
Kevin bent over and licked each nipple as he slid his hand up my skirt and pulled on my thigh asking me to open them which I did. He shoved his finger against my lips rather too firmly making me gasp and murmur.
"Careful that hurts."
"Just checking that your knickers are where they should be."
"What in my handbag?" I grinned adding. "Yes they are just as the doctor ordered. So where are we going?"
"There's a site near Highgate Cemetery that I have read about, it's supposed to be a good one."
"A site, what do you mean?"
"A dogging site love, we're going dogging."
"Do they have reviews of dogging sites?"
Kevin laughed. "No there was an article I read.
It was a strange journey for both of us, particularly me. Sitting with the seat slightly reclined with my dress undone, again, and my tits bare was a not a new experience for either of us. In some ways the most surprising thing as far as I was concerned was that not only did I catch the eyes of two men who had seen my above the waist nakedness, the looks on their faces were, firstly astonishment and then lust and I liked that; it gave me a huge buzz.
Kevin drove us around the North Circular and along the busy Golders Green Road towards Highgate and the cemetery where Karl Marx is buried, I recalled for some reason. We went past the main entrance, alongside the huge cemetery with the marble angels and other statues, and down a quiet lane to one side. He did a few lefts and rights and we entered a wooded area, probably Highgate woods or common, I guessed although I wasn't that familiar with the area. I had, it suddenly hit me almost forgotten that my dress was unbuttoned to the waist and that my breasts were bare.
Kevin slowed the car obviously looking for somewhere.
"What are you looking for?"
"There should be a fucking car park around here."
"There it is," I said pointing out of the window on my side.
"I thought it was on my side."
"Perhaps we came from a different direction," I suggested as we pulled into the car park.
There were several cars, possibly a dozen or so, parked round the perimeter with some having their internal lights on. As we parked, one or two flashed their headlights but I didn't know whether that was to us or not. I saw that some had windows open both in the front and rear of their cars. What was even more surprising and mildly worrying was that as Kev slowly steered the car towards an opening where we could park, I saw quite a few men walking around in the car park, they were going from car to car, looking in, standing staring and waiting.
He stopped the car in a vacant slot with about ten or twelve feet either side of us from the other cars. As he cut the engine I was immediately hit by the quietness. I looked at him thinking, what the hell's going on and what the fuck is going to happen now? I half hoped that he was going to fuck me, but I was worried about the number of other cars and the people wandering around. Taking sex risks in places where there was chance of getting caught was one thing, actually getting caught, as seemed highly likely here, was quite another.
"Ok, undo the rest of the buttons," Kevin said, turning and looking at me.
"What here?"
"Yes of course here, where else?"
"But Kev there are so many people around."
"So?"
"We'll get caught."
"What do you mean we?"
"Well if we have sex we'll..............."
He cut me off saying. "Who said anything about us having sex?"
"Well, you, I er, um thought, that's what dogging is, isn't it?"
"Not necessarily."
"What is it then."
"Mainly showing out, letting the audience see you and sometimes join in."
"Now Kev hang on. That's going too far."
"What is?"
"Anyone else joining in."
